Martin Riggs: Hey, look friend, let's just cut the shit. Now we both know why I was transferred. Everybody thinks I'm suicidal, in which case, I'm fucked and nobody wants to work with me; or they think I'm faking to draw a psycho pension, in which ca...
I never knew what language they'd lapse into when fucked - Urdu or Telugu or a mix of both (only the techies came in English).
We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that's on both our minds. "How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?
Secrets press inside a person. They press the way water presses at a dam. The secrets and the water, they both want to get out.
The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.
Things had improved after he was born. We both loved him with such fervor that it was impossible that some wouldn’t splash back on us.
Was it all put into words, or did both understand that they had the same thing at heart and in their minds, so that there was no need to speak of it aloud, and better not to speak of it?
She is so tiresome. ‘Am I a vampire, am I a wolf, am I a vampire, am I a wolf, I cannot decide, so I’ll be both!
... that's how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.
Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.
The Hebrews have no name for Him, the Moslems have a hundred. Both suggest the same thing, that there are concepts as well as emotions that can be communicated only allegorically.
In both marriage and war you must cut up the things people say like a cake and eat only what you can stomach.
I was very happy in both my marriages. I was unfaithful and so were they, just like any other normal couple.
Side by side we'll fight the tide, That sweeps in to take us down. Hand in hand we'll both withstand, Even as we drown.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
Plus he was naturally lucky at cards. As Mam had always said, lucky at cards, or lucky at life. One or the other. Not both.
My body needs laughter as much as it needs tears. Both are cleansers of stress.
The road that is built in hope is more pleasant to the traveler than the road built in despair, even though they both lead to the same destination.
Most have been forgotten. Most deserve to be forgotten. The heroes will always be remembered. The best. The best and the worst. And a few who were a bit of both.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
You think we 're both fifty shades of fucked up, don't you?" - "Nah, not that bad. Maybe twenty-five shades.
